Gyms were for pussies. Only yuppies and transplants from California jogged. I kept my manly shape the right way. I did 12-ounce curls nightly and work...d in the yard or out on our ranch. I didn’t have a “dad bod,” as I had recently heard about on Good Morning America. Instead, I had what you should probably call a Grand Dad bod.Hey, at least I still had most of my hair, and my dick could get hard. It might not have been as hard as it had been at thirty, and it sometimes took more effort to get. All in due time," she said smilingand raising an eyebrow.Two gold bangle bracelets were placed on one wrist and a very femininegold watch on the other. Martin tilted his head slightly forward asLeanne wrapped a gold necklace around his neck. The necklace madeup ofthree strands of large gold beads that decreased in size as they wentaround his neck. Martin wore two dainty ankle bracelets on both ankles,and his toes had been adorned with numerous toe rings before he hadstepped into his. We sat down and began to sip our drinks. A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the camper door.Maya answered the the knock the side where we had setup our unbrella, to find the four boys at the door. Apparently Maya had left her purse where we were laying, and they had come to return it. "How kind. You must come and so I can thank you all", I heard her say. Maya offered them each a drink (non-alcoholic) and then we sat under the umbrella area drinking and making small talk. The boys. King took his hand from her thigh and slid it down the back of her shorts, his fingers rubbing between her cheeks, not even attempting to be gentle. She sat there, focusing her gaze on Jack while Geronimo reached out and traced her breast through her thin cotton top, teasing her rock hard nipple until she let out a soft whimper of need."What do you want from us, Blondie?" Geronimo asked, and she didn’t hesitate in answering."I want you to use me like a slut."The words were barely out of her.